Not much is known about Counterpoint's whereabouts in 1970s, other than alleged sightings in Idaho, caught etching strange symbols into dead cattle, and at a haberdashery in Moscow. In 1982, he won first prize in the Monroe County Cake Walk. His glory years were 1983-87, during which he was a weekend weatherman on CBS and married a Honduran housecleaner named Consuela. In 1988 his career and marriage collapsed, which sent him into a severe psychotic episode. The next ten years were spent sleeping in bus stations and performing illegal surgeries in exchange for drugs. In 1998 he cleaned up his life by accepting Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior, and landed a book deal. He hopes to someday be a guest on the Oprah Winfrey Show.

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ON MUSIC:
My issue is not so much with any given genre but with the entire situation surrounding 'popular music', which is basically music that serves only to (a.) induce purely escapist entertainment and (b.) cause people to spend money, be it on the band, the cross-marketed clothes, or the tour sponsers. I grew up as a rock musician and still play in a couple of prog-rock/avant-esque groups and the outer rock scene I deal with on a tangential basis, as a whole, is rotten to the core. The music is buried under Everest-sized heaps of b.s. related to publicity, magazines, club promoters, and a million other grubbing little hands that have never touched an instrument. Bands end up spending almost all of their time touring in direct competition with countless other acts and the artistry gets pushed way back on the shelf.

A fundamental requirement of music should be some level of disconnection with the social anxiety and economic tooling that corrupts the worst kind of musics - American Idol tat, gangster rap about using triple-beam scales and driving around in Hummers with Tec-9s, pithy country-pop songs, and genre-tailored rock songs with lots of long hair, eyeliner, and no melody whatsoever.